Chapter 3 — Queen of Startups

Early the next morning, I deliberately "coincidentally" met Tong Dan right when he had just woken up. The dark circles under his eyes were obvious, obviously he hadn't slept all night. “Tong Dan, why didn't you come down for dinner last night?” I gently asked, “Are you okay?” He glared at me: "Don't pretend! I know it was all arranged by you." I blinked innocently: "What arrangement?" “Nhuoc Hanh didn't want to marry me!” – he lowered his voice, straining each word – “You already knew, right?” I sighed: "Tong Dan, marriage is a big deal, arranged by parents and made by matchmakers. Maybe Miss To doesn't get used to it right away, but feelings can be built up." I deliberately paused, then curled my lips and said: "Or... do you also want to be like your father, marrying a wife 17 years younger than you?" Tong Dan's face immediately turned gray, his fists clenched so tightly that the joints creaked: "One day I will make you regret it, Giang Man Man." “Pay attention to how you address yourself, son.” I smiled and reminded, "Don't forget, I am your mother now." Looking at the back of him leaving angrily, I felt extremely relieved. It's just the beginning, Tong Dan. The suffering that you gave me in my previous life - in this life, I will repay it little by little. Returning to the bedroom, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, gently caressing my belly. Soon... there will be good news soon. At that time, Tong Dan's position in the Song family will completely collapse - and my revenge plan will truly begin. 4 The morning light shines through the thin curtains into the bedroom. I opened my eyes, next to me there was no longer Tong Nam Lang - he was already awake. I reached for the thermometer at my bedside – measuring basal body temperature is a key indicator when trying to get pregnant. The thermometer shows 36.7°C, 0.3 degrees higher than yesterday. The corners of my lips suddenly curled up. According to past life experiences, this is a sign that ovulation is coming. I pulled the blanket off the bed, took the fertility supplement from the drawer, and drank it with warm water. The person in the mirror has rosy skin and smooth skin - my 28-year-old body is in the golden stage for pregnancy. I gently rubbed my flat belly, imagining that place was about to welcome a small life. In my previous life, I was just pregnant and was killed by Tong Dan. In this life, I will completely change the Song family. The phone vibrated – it was a text message from the private investigator: “Recent schedule and medical records of the target have been obtained, documents have been sent to her secure email.” I smiled, locked the bathroom door, and opened my laptop. Documents sent by the detective included Tong Dan's travel log, call list, and - what I was most interested in - all medical records at Nhan Hoa hospital. On the medical record full of specialized terminology, a few key words caught my eye: "Ospermia", "Low sperm activity rate", "Congenital physical weakness". I turned to the last page. The doctor's conclusion was as sharp as a knife: "The possibility of natural conception is less than 5%, it is recommended to use assisted reproductive techniques." I laughed coldly. Continuing to scroll through the documents, I noticed a phone number appearing repeatedly in his recent call log – mostly late at night. I wrote down that number and sent it to another contact: "Find out who owns this number, as quickly as possible." Just as I closed the computer, there was a knock at the door: "Madam, breakfast is ready." done.” – the voice of Tieu Ha, the maid. “I know, I'll be right down.” In the dining room, Tong Nam Lang is reading a financial newspaper, with black coffee and whole wheat bread in front of him. Seeing me walk in, he put down the newspaper: "Did you sleep well?" "Very delicious." I walked over, bent down and kissed him on the cheek. This action has become a habit - even though at first it was just for the servants to see. Tong Nam Lang gave me a file: "Look at this." I opened it - it was information about the medical equipment company that Tong Thi intended to buy. In the previous life, this deal failed because the partner concealed a copyright dispute, causing Tong Thi to lose tens of millions. “There is a problem.” I pointed to the patent list: “This core product will expire next year, and I heard there is a copyright lawsuit going on.” Tong Nam Lang raised his eyebrows: "How do you know this?" “Just by chance. One of my college friends is working there.” – I made it up. “The purchase price should be reduced by at least 30%, and there must be an exemption clause if a legal dispute arises.” Tong Nam Lang nodded thoughtfully: "I will let the legal department reevaluate." His eyes looked at me with more appreciation: "You always surprise me." I just smiled and didn't answer. This is all just the beginning, Tong Nam Lang. In my previous life with Tong Dan, I was "nourished" from an early age - I knew all the big and small business matters of Tong's business in the palm of my hand. In this life, all that knowledge will become a weapon to help me stand firm in the Song family. Tong Dan staggered into the dining room, his face pale as a ghost. His eyes were dark, with two distinct black circles. He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, wrinkled as if he had just fallen asleep on the sofa. “Staying up all night again?” – Tong Nam Lang frowned. Tong Dan did not answer, but quietly walked to the coffee machine and filled a cup of thick black coffee. “Where is Miss To?” – I deliberately asked – “Why don't we go down to breakfast together?” Tong Dan's hand trembled slightly, coffee spilled onto the back of his hand, but he didn't seem to feel hot. “What does it have to do with you?” “Tong Dan!” – Tong Nam Lang shouted loudly – “Apologize to your mother now!” “She's not my mother!” - Tong Dan turned around, placed the coffee cup on the table with a loud "bang" - "Dad, marrying someone who is only three years older than you, don't you find it disgusting?!" All the maids in the room bowed their heads and pretended not to hear anything. Tong Nam Lang's face became gloomy and scary, he slowly stood up: "Go to the study room. Right away." Tong Dan glanced at me provocatively, then followed his father. I slowly spread strawberry jam on the bread, but my ears were still pricked up to listen to the noise upstairs. Soon, in the quiet space there were shouts and the sound of furniture being broken. Twenty minutes later, Tong Dan angrily pushed open the study door, made a "bang" sound and left. When Tong Nam Lang came downstairs, his face had regained composure, but his temples were bulging with blue veins - clearly showing anger that had not yet subsided. “It needs rethinking.” - Tong Nam Lang's voice was cold - "I locked his credit card for three months." I gave him a cup of freshly brewed coffee: "You're a child, you don't understand." “Twenty-five years old and still a child?” – Tong Nam Lang shook his head – "It's all because of his mother spoiling him." I did not respond. In his previous life, Tong Dan's mother passed away early, and Tong Nam Lang did not remarry for many years, pouring all his love into her. for his only child. Until I appeared, breaking that balance. "Oh right," - Tong Nam Lang changed the subject - "There's a charity gala tonight, will you come with me?" “It's an honor.” – I smiled. In his previous life, on occasions like this, he never took me with him. Tong Dan always used the excuse "I come from a lowly background and don't understand the rules" and attended on his own. In the afternoon, while choosing a dress in the dressing room, my phone rang. It was a message from the person I asked to look up the phone number: "The owner of the number is Lam Chi Phong, deputy general director of Tong Thi, has a close relationship with the target." Lam Chi Phong? – I squinted my eyes. In his previous life, he was Tong Dan's powerful arm, but later became an accomplice in plotting to harm me. I didn't expect them to start colluding so early. At night, I chose a wine-colored mermaid dress and wore the diamond necklace that Tong Nam Lang once gave me. The person in the mirror was as radiant as a queen, with absolutely no trace left of the girl from an ordinary background. "So beautiful." – Tong Nam Lang stood at the door, surprise flashed in his eyes. I took his hand and walked downstairs together. Just returned from seeing To Nhuoc Hanh. She was wearing a shirt that exposed her navel and tight shorts, looking like she was ready to go partying at a bar. Seeing us, she clearly froze for a second. “Miss To, are you ready to go out?” – I asked gently. “See you out.” – She replied calmly, but her eyes continuously glanced at Tong Nam Lang. I noticed that Tong Nam Lang frowned slightly: "Where is Tong Dan?" “Who knows.” – To Nhuoc Hanh pouted – “Maybe he was drunk at some bar.” She shook the car key: "Don't bother you two anymore." Looking at her figure shaking her hips and walking away, the corners of my lips curled up slightly. It seems that the life of this "lovely engaged" couple... is truly interesting. The charity gala was held at the Shangri-La Hotel, gathering most famous figures in the business world. As soon as Tong Nam Lang walked in, he became the center of attention, people came to talk endlessly. As for me, as "Mrs. Tong", of course I also received unprecedented attention. "Is this Lady Tong? Truly young and beautiful." – A gorgeous woman assessed me from top to bottom – “I heard you have a special physique?”